The 5 year old option

"I really don't care, the 5 year old will do.." Vanessa huffed, placing her hand on her hip with frustration. The receptionist smiled and reached down beneath her desk. "Okayyy, let's see where it is." She muttered to herself as she slammed a large pink folder onto the desk and began flicking through each page.

She eventually found what she was looking for, a declaration form. "I just need you to sign here then you can leave." The woman instructed, placing a pen on the declaration and sliding it forward for Vanessa to see. Vanessa wasn't interested in reading the giant essay of a contract, so she quickly signed. "Can I fucking leave now?" She asked impatiently, folding her arms with a frown.

The receptionist let out a wide grin, glad Vanessa had just signed the form allowing the carnival to do whatever it wants with her. "Not just yet, you've gotta go through a special exit first." She responded. "Uuuhhh for fucks sake!" Vanessa huffed and sighed, all she'd wanted to do since she got to this place was leave and that seemed to be impossible.

"Okay, well if you'd just like to step into that box by the main exit." The receptionist pointed to a red phone box next to the door Vanessa had come through. Vanessa sighed and reluctantly walked over to the box. "This is such a fucking nightmare, I will be complaining as soon as I'm outta here!" She moaned to the receptionist. "Yeah yeah whatever just step into the booth will ya!" The receptionist replied. Vanessa did as she was told and stepped into the booth, she wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.